Becky's pov.
I zoned put from the conversation and looked at the atmosphere. Unlike the rest of the house the kitchen looked...normal, kinda.
While there was still a whole bunch of red unidentifiable liquid for my little mind, it's still had a homey feel like you get when your in your grandma's house.
There was grey walls with black trim and all of the typical things that would be in a kitchen are still in there but are grey.
On the window was dark red blackout curtains. The table next to the window I was sitting at was red and black marble with black legs and the chairs had red cushions with black legs.
All of the cups, plates, and cutlery was black, red, or clear with a smokey look in it. My sippy cup looked out of place.
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Words:140Hi! I'm not dead...yet. I'm sorry it is so short I am moving right now and I hope that once I finish I'll have more ideas. I dont really have a place for this to go(if you have any ideas message me you'll be credited if I use your idea)
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His Little Darling{on hold}
RomanceBecky was quite literally just a normal girl living in the suburbs until one day she wasn't so normal (description sucks ik)